For you to really appreciate this, you’d probably have to know my boss. Japhet is British and he pops the collar of his Pathfinder Camporee polo shirts. Clearly I should trust his fashion sense.
So I learned the suitable thickness of the soles of shoes you wear with nice suits (thin – definitely not chunky) and the proper way “trousers” should hang on a man’s legs. When a man sits down, he should hike his pants up just a bit so you can catch a glimpse of his socks (which must be taught, not rumpled).I always thought this meant your pants were too short. Silly me.
“You can tell a lot about a person by their socks,” Japhet said, looking down on me knowingly.
He seemed to feel like he was giving me an invaluable gem of wisdom. A bit of dating advice, perhaps. If any suitors come to your door, check their socks before you let them in!
My boss isn’t the first person who has told me that socks reveal important information about someone. I’m guessing these people think highly of someone who spends extra money for really nice socks. Maybe quality socks reflect quality character.
Right then, I made a mental note to never let my boss see my socks. To me, socks are a purely functional item of clothing – they provide warmth, prevent blisters, and probably absorb some foot sweat. But in my experience, cheap socks do all those things too. I still wear socks from high school; I don’t know why you’d get rid of socks until they have holes in them or are irreversibly dirty. But who knows, maybe my socks are way out of style by now.
I don’t know what this says about my character. Please don’t judge me.
what does Japhet have to say about a guy who sometimes wears nice socks to church, but never a matching pair?
ha! this is so funny. amanda...I NEVER wear socks. I took three individual socks to africa. so for five months that's all I had. Even now, the only time I wear socks is when it is so cold in my house and I put them on before climbing in bed. So many people tell me this is so gross. But I'm addicted to not wearing socks. I wonder that THIS means.
When I was younger, I was obsessed with Christmas socks.
I remember going back to this novelty store in the Southshore Mall over and over again until I'd bought ever kind they had.
I think I was twelve.
Oh Amanda, I wish you were here! Come soon & see my sock drawer!
Dang it. I never wear socks--what does that say about my character? :) On the other hand, they are all in pretty great condition at the moment, because they are safely tucked in their drawer.
Japhet is a funny man. I love British people.
I still wear socks with clouds and dogs and cows on them...from high school. They'll continue to protect me from blisters until they have holes in them. If I ever meet your boss, I hope I meet him in the summer, while my socks are hibernating! :-)
It's funny because I opened this comment box wanting to make a comment about the fact that I wear mismatching socks on purpose (which nick pointed out) and the fact that Emily doesn't wear socks (which Emily herself pointed out). And then I was also going to talk about my Christmas socks (which Maranatha already covered). Maybe I'll get to your blog sooner next time.
I prefer striped stocks for church and no stocks for adventure, which is a policy I am reconsidering…